Uncomfortable Silence in a Churchyard

Linguistic   spills between   black and   white lines – Rorschach test tree’s blush   into Stained glass slums – your hands twitch against mine, begging for speech, our eyes tell knowing impossibles – we are tired of our tongues – they are distant enough – our lips are old photo’s of dogs – Autumn is louder than us – the yellow leaves are Yes the brown ones No – surrendering totally to the ruin of insight – the graves green with moss – names and dates under-erased – raven on the toolshed shocked with worm – darkness comes with a voice of flies – we go on pretending